A surprise

"What are you listening to?" asked the woman as we were leaving the airport to go southbound on 101. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties, had shoulder-length medium blond hair and was wearing a gray business suit.

"Apoptygma Berzerk."

"What?"

"The name of the band is Apoptygma Berzerk."

"Oh. Wow."

"Yeah. I know. It's a crazy name."

"Yeah."

"It's an industrial band from Norway."

"Ah. Industrial. I remember industrial."

"Really?" I looked at her face in the rear view mirror and tried to picture her younger, edgier, with a different hair color.

"Yeah."

"You used to be into industrial, huh?"

"Yeah. But it was like Skinny Puppy and stuff."

"How long ago was this?"

"Like fifteen years ago? At least four hair colors ago."

"So now you're not into it anymore?" I pictured her with her blond hair and her business suit, listening to industrial with her business-suited friend.

"Well, now I'm into many different things."

"Yeah. But you still like it, right?"

"Oh yeah. You never lose it."

"You don't."

I turned up the music.